Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my e-rec-tor-eum."

Delay:Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my e-rec-tor-eum."

Well, you know what they say: There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.

CSB: Winter, 1970. University of Toronto, New College. A bunch of us lads built a 10-foot tall penis in the courtyard between the men's and women's dorms. We even tinted it pink with some food dye. Later that night some of the women went out and knocked the phallus to smithereens in their rage. The COOL part is that the Varsity (student newspaper) reported the story the next day with the headline, "New College Men Fail To Maintain Erection."

/Transferred to Brock the next year//far better and less uptight women///this space available

Lincolnshire drivers are surprised by everything; traffic going faster than 40mph, people who overtake them, women driving, women who overtake because they're tired of the idiot in front fart arsing around (How DARE they?!), traffic lights changing colour. They should be used to enormous dicks beside the road because there are plenty behind the wheel up there.

ethics-gradient:Lincolnshire drivers are surprised by everything; traffic going faster than 40mph, people who overtake them, women driving, women who overtake because they're tired of the idiot in front fart arsing around (How DARE they?!), traffic lights changing colour. They should be used to enormous dicks beside the road because there are plenty behind the wheel up there.

It's always fun to hear about the regional stereotypes from other areas of the world. What are people from the Lake District like? How about East Anglia?

The lyrics are pretty clear (rare for Ozzy!):Goin' home, late last nightsuddenly I got a frightYeah I looked through the window and surprised what I sawFairies with Boots dancing with a dwarf, all right now!